Both my dogs are rescued, one of them had a cigarette burn on his back when I found him. I rescued
three kittens in jr.high and found a home for them, and I rescued two kittens in high school and talked my grandmother into taking them after a few weeks. They were so cute and tiny. I would carry them around everywhere with me, one in each jacket pocket. I brought them to school without anyone realizing, and I brought them out at night, and I let them sleep in my bed, despite having bad allergies. Also my fiance's cat was from a litter of kittens rescued by a friend of mine. One of the most painful experiences of my life happened when I rescued a rabbit. Someone got rid of a bunch of pregnant rabbits they had and let them loose in our neighborhood in the winter. I rescued one and the next day she had given birth to a about 18 baby bunnies, and 2 of them were dead when they came out. One by one I started losing them. They were all getting milk from the mother and I kept them all warn but something happened that I still don't understand to this day. Just typing about it is making my eyes go cloudy. That's the worst feeling to be in a situation like that where there's nothing you can do. These little tiny bunnies the size of eggs, one by one going cold. ****, I have to stop now